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Sunday, March 26, 2006

Looking back on where we first met
I cannot escape and I cannot forget.

it's officially my last day of freedom, or should i say last few hours since i'm going to bed soon. canoeing craze shall start tomorrow because nat junior kayaking, danga bay & NATIONALS are coming up within these 3 weeks. i feel like i'm going to break down any moment, so try not to agitate me. xD

we're sort of done with bio. :D and i still have my la essay to write. a difficult decision. hmm maybe i should use the one i wrote back then in sec 1, but a REVISED edition. i just need to find the time to write. there's also MI assignment. adhadjhlk i can't understand MI. mrs tan, shoot me. =X

there are things about me you don't know about.

it's like everything has changed. you have changed. or maybe it's just me. i remember you telling me, "i wonder why God let me meet you." and you wished you didn't. so I told you, "God has a reason for doing everything." well, so you said maybe God wanted me to teach you how to be good. and i said, maybe God wanted me to break your heart. and you said i already did. well, i thought of it again, and maybe God wanted me to teach you how to take heartbreaks, so that you will be strong in the future. i know it's hard, but i beg you, please be you again. i want my friend & my king back. the one who i really love.

but i'll remember to forget.

my heart still bleeds for you.




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and now the stars
aren't out tonight, but
neither are we,
to look up at them.
why does hello feel like goodbye?
these memories
can't replace
these wishes I wished
and dreams I chased.
take this broken heart,
and make it right.

when will you save me?



stabbed my heart.